"You look proud of yourself, what'd you do?" Dubiously, Shanks smirks over at Ann amused at her smug smirk as happily humming Ann kicks in the door of the lounge, and strolls in. In the marines, she couldn't exactly wear what she wanted, she barely got away with what she wore back at the marines, she would remember some snippy remarks she would get from older members of the marines remarking about her attire. She even recalled Sengoku having her come into her office ow and again as she would have to deal with the complaint line up over her attire, some saying it was slutty, too skintight, it wasn't the suit that most marine vice admiral wore.
Ann hated it, she hated how restricted she felt from it, she was asked about wearing a skirt since she was a female it was expected of her to do and she hated it, she hated the recommendations of wearing skirts sometimes she would be ordered too even if she hated it, not to mention with fighting and training, skirts wouldn't work one bit so she did what she always did, ignore the jackasses who told her what to wear. Who the hell were these old creeps to even tell her what to wear!? Fury flows through Ann at the murky memory of it, more doors of back then opening from the constant catcalls if she just walked by, of course she would get told off if she would try to fight back despite them the ones catcalling and starting it. She hated how and she wasn't even going into the whole tattoo thing that wasn't allowed, the men could show their tats but she couldn't she hated it, she couldn't do anything she had to be the pretty perfect doll for the marines hell a part of her pondered sometimes if the only reason she was prompted to vice admiral was due to her being a woman. She was strong sure but the promotion seemingly came from nowhere, the only marine she could remember being in the higher ranks back then was Tsuru.
Tsuru she wondered how she was, she was good to her, helped her deal with becoming a vice admiral and was someone she could respect. She was the one who Ann had went to about the promotion asking if this was some sort of marketing to get more female marines into the rank, she knew the marines were a mainly male organisation. Tsuru was honest with her about it, she remembered her telling her she was right, Ann hated it but Tsuru said she had to do it, prove to be a role model for the other females in the marines.
Ann grimaces at the preachy speech from back then hating having taken the position but she still did, at least with her position she got to make her stance on marine uniform hell she remembered Bell telling her it was her becoming a vice admiral that allowed Bell to get a mohawk haircut, most of the men in the marines disproved of it but her constant uniform and show of not caring had apparently inspired those in the lower levels of marines to do the same, some females began showing some tattoos more too as Ann had recalled a fair few of her students following her steps in that stance as well.
Ann shakes her head at the thought of back then, no that was the past it didn't matter, none of it mattered anymore she wouldn't let it affect her now. She was a pirate now, she was finally back to her old self, her real self, her true self, she wouldn't look back on that past on that path of mistakes, never would she let the past affect her, control her, influence her. All she wanted was to live her life to the fullest, not to be held back anymore, she would live her life of freedom as she had before, nothing would ruin it for her, not when she had nakama that knew had her back…
"Something that's been a long time coming!" Arrogantly, Ann swiftly slams her heel on the table next to him to present…
"Whoa! You removed your leg hair!" Stunned, Shanks stares stunned at Ann's now bare leg.
"What, why would you do that?" Befuddled, Benn eyes her bare leg.
"…feel them." Smirking, Ann turns to the baffled Benn.
"…so smooth!" Shanks glides his hand up and down Ann's calf.
"Lemme see…" Seriously, Lime moves closer to touch.
"You may." Mischievously, Ann allows.
"Wow, I didn't know legs could be this soft." Stunned, Lime leaps back by the leg.
"I don't see the point." Perplexed, Howl quirks his head to the side as Ann furrows her brow by his words, going eerily quiet.
"…it makes me happy?" Annoyed, Ann's hues narrow not quite sure what to really say.
"Hmm, I suppose that's cause enough." Howl shrugs.
"Holy crap!" Smiling, Yasopp rushes forward crouching next to Ann and touching her other calf.
Smiling, Ann places her hand on her hips happily pleased by the crowd around and her bare legs, all that hard work was worth it until sudden scuffle rubs against her leg.
"THE HELL SHANKS!?" Scowling, she glares at the smirking Shanks rubbing his cheek against her knee with his attempt at a beard anyway.
"Shanks!" She shrieks as his scuffle slightly rubs causing goosebumps to the glaring glowering Ann.
"Oooh they're prickly now!" Mischievously, Shanks smirking, laughing as rubs her calves up and down.
"Now I have to shave again!" Angrily, she glares down at her brother like figure fuming from his small smirk as angrily, Ann turns on her heel heading towards her room.
"What's the point of shaving if you have to do it every time you get goosebumps?" Baffled, Benn hollers lost as Ann's hue twitches tense.
"…Because fuck you that's why!" Angrily, Ann yells pointing at the baffled Benn and smiling Shanks laughing as she turns on her heel heading off, storming back into her room…
Quietly, Ann leans back against the chair, calmly reading the morning newspaper flipping from one page to the next, her hues narrowing at the news being broadcasted, quietly in a world of her own while Yassop eyes her from the side, sat slouched on the floor leant against the wooden panelling of the inside the red force, crouched tending to his gun.
"Do you have any skeletons in your closet?" Curious, Yasopp speaks up as Ann seemingly snaps out of her reading mode turning towards the sniper.
"You mean literally or figuratively?" Ann arches a brow.
"Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...what do you like in a partner Ann?" Sighing, Yasopp asks exasperation etched into his tired tone towards her.
"That's a change of topic if I don't know one you're married aren't you?" Alarmed, Ann's hues narrow at the sniper.
"Yes, but I can be your wing man, but I need to know what you like to do that." Yasopp cleans his gun.
"I don't need one." Ann answers assertively.
"Course you do that's the fun of piracy." Playfully, he smirks suavely.
"Maybe for some…" Scowling, Ann tries to return to her paper but…
"Aw come on…don't tell me cyclist is getting to ya." Yasopp winks smirking slightly seeing said woman flinch from the mere mention of him, her grip tightening, her nails digging deep into the quivering quaking paper in her hands.
"Piss off." Seriously, she snaps scowling feeling her blood boil, bubble, burn at the sheer thought of…him.
"Oh come on him letting you go each and every time is rather telling don't you think?" Teasingly, Yassop crosses his arms behind his head, smirking smugly oblivious to the sheer seriousness slipping out of the tense tired agitated Ann.
"That he feels guilty for standing aside as thousands of innocent people were slaughtered!?" Seething, she scowls, the newspaper in her hand shaking.
"...Uh." Yassop trials off a part of him tempted to warn her however…
"Look he can try and act all hey I'm letting you go see how great of a guy I am all he wants it helps me and you guys get awa but that doesn't change shit about that day!" Done, Ann swiftly slams said newspaper shut scowling seething, bundling it up into a ball of sorts seething snarling in rage.
"I'm…sorry." Startled, Yassop eyes the fierce feral mess of Ann anxiously watching not quite sure what to say.
"No I am shouldn't have snapped at you about that…I just…dating is the last thing on my mind right now." Apologetic, Ann sighs softly, pinching the bridge of her nose exhaling and inhaling shakily exhaustion etched into said single sigh attempting to compose herself, to not think about him about them, about that day.
"…I have to go finish my chores now Yassop, see you-Fuck!" Ann arises from her seat sighing softly setting the crumpled mess of the newspaper aside as she turns to leave only to curse as her foot slams into the wall, making her spit said swear out, holding her foot furious from the searing sharp sensation below…
"We've got to work on your cursing." Yassop sighs furrowing his brow at her.
"Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already." Ann argues as she simply shrugs holding her foot up as just then Benn enters the room.
"...You good?" Ann asks arching a brow by the fuming face of Benn.
"You look like you're about to snap." Yasopp agrees as he eyes the stoic scowling smoker.
Ben slowly spews out a large plume of smoke and groans.
"What did he do now?" Ann sighs softly exhaustion etched into her tired tone, already catching on…
"He's refusing to balance the ships accounts, you know pretty much how much we spent and on what for the ship like food, repairs, and what have you. I do it as we go island from island and I balance them monthly, so all he has to do is check it over and approve it so I can put it in the archive, but no, he won't do it. He does this every year, every fucking year, I don't know what to do with him." Huffing, Ben plops himself down on the seat Ann had occupied prior grumbling glaring out at nothing smoke spewing out of his lips.
"Just put them in the archives, everyone knows you're the best bookkeeper around." Aloofly, Yassop tells him lazily brushing Benn off but…
"I know, it's the one thing I ask him to do in regards to finances, and he never does it in a timely fashion." Fuming, Benn growls grumbling under his breath brow furrowed fuming.
"…want me to go talk to him?" Yassop sighs sadly about to stand up when…
"…no, it won't help." Huffing, Benn stops him.
"I'll talk to him." Huffing, Ann places her hands on her hips brow furrowed fuming.
"Thank you." Benn nods his head to her thankful.
"How long does it usually take him to balance the books?" Ann asks as she reaches out prying the cigarette between his lips, taking a shy sip of it.
"Hmm, usually two ish weeks, but that's because he only works on the records of one month at a time." Tiredly, Benn admits as he takes the cigarette back from her, huffing out some smoke from her lips before heading off to go deal with Shanks.
"…go away Benn, I said I'd do it later." Whining, Shanks grumbles, his back turned to Ann on the bed before Ann, his head down his voice muffled by the shiny sheet of his bed.
"It's me, boss." Ann calls out to him hand on her hip.
"Oh Ann, come in what can I do for you?" Smiling, Shanks sits up in bed and smiles at Ann perking up at the sheer sight of her.
"It is about the books." Bluntly, Ann tells him.
"Shanks' smile soon falters from her words his smile soon shifting into a firm frown, rolling his hues as he flops back into bed and pulls a pillow to his chest.
"I don't want to do them today." Tiredly, Shanks huffs.
"And I don't care." Curtly, she grabs his duvet tugging it back but…
"Well I do!" Shanks snatches said sheet back brow furrowed fuming.
"That's how you wanna play it!?" Incensed, Ann scowls as she is swiftly met by a pillow being thrown her way which she swiftly snatched her hues narrowing at the ass poking his tongue out at her.
"And if it is." Shanks smirks smugly.
"Fine if that's how you want to play…I'll play." A sadistic smirk crosses Ann's lips as she steps back befuddling almost alarming Shanks as she smoothly steps out leaving the captain to his rest…
"Well?" Benn urges eyeing the eerily determined Ann arching a brow by her stern scowl as he leans against the wall, shy smoke spewing out from the cigarette between his lips watching waiting for her answer but she doesn't even bat an eye to him, looking like a woman on a mission, on a warpath almost alarming Benn.
"Where is it?" Irritated, Ann demands brushing by Benn baffled by her strict stern tone striding past him.
"…where's what?" Befuddled, Benn watches her reach into a nearby cargo box seemingly searching for something but what Benn had no clue as he watches her claw at the box brow further furrowing desperate to find something what that something was, Benn still had no clue.
"My bottle of hair remover." Ann barks back brow furrowed fuming, fury freely flowing through her boiling, bubbling, burning blood, her teeth gritted grinning together tense.
"…ugh that stuff stinks! Plus you just used it, you have no body hair left to remove!" Repulsed, Benn grimaces at the murky memory of it all swearing he could smell said sickly stench as he reaches pinching his nose at the murky memory.
"It isn't for me this time… Found it!" Relieved, Ann beams brightly after throwing object after object at Benn from the box which he easily avoids or catches placing it to the side before turning his focus back to the determined woman running past him towards Shanks room.
"You still didn't give me an answer on this book!" Brow furrowed, Benn argues.
"Relax I have this…!" Confidently, Ann stops in her steps placing her hand on Benn's shoulders smiling at the baffled Benn before heading back to Shanks room leaving the befuddled Benn alone as he watches the fleeting figure soon come back, beaming brightly at her.
"There we go!" Smiling, Ann places her hands behind her back beaming brightly at the still baffled Benn.
"What goes?" Benn's hues narrow eerily alarmed at said sickening sweet smile.
"Benn! Come shopping with me." Merrily, Ann wraps her arm around his arm.
"…Why?" Benn's hues narrow at Ann.
"Why? Come on Benny boy! I need your muscles." Merrily, Ann argues.
"I'm not a pack mule." Benn deadpans.
"You will be after what I've done for you." Ann huffs.
"And what pray tell is that?" Ben arches a brow befuddled.
"And ruin the surprise? Or do you want me to go out on my own? This port is really rough, captain said I should not go out on my own. I need your muscles and resting bitch face to scare people off." Smirking, she reaches out, holding his face, squeezing his cheeks smiling sweetly as Benn stoically stares down at her.
"You need me for my "scary big dog" privileges?" Benn arches a brow unfazed by her hand holding his face.
"Look at you catching on. Come on you owe me." Ann reminds Benn.
"For what?" Benn's hues narrow at the merry Ann.
"You'll see soon enough." Ann assures the furrowed frown of Benn.
"Benn heaves a deep and heavy sigh, swiftly snuffing out his cigarette.
"Thank you!" Ann smiles in a sing song tone releasing his face as the two head out to shop unaware of the sleeping Shanks softly snoring, a familiar book by his side shyly shuffling the duvet closer to his form, feeling the shy shudder of his leg below unaware of the small shy hairs forming Shanks below as he sleeps in a world of his own oblivious to the two heading out…
"Wanna go get dinner? My treat." Ann beams brightly at Benn holding bag after bag of goods.
"…Yes." Benn groans, grimacing at the heavy load behind him with so many bags you can barely see him through the pile of goods.
"You can pick where we eat too." Ann offers smirking smugly at Benn through wall of bags.
"I know just the place." Ben sighs as the two head into the restaurant.
"Hey! Haven't seen you two for hours!" Happily, Roux calls out to the two Yassop by his side smirking at the two.
"…oh my fucking back!" Benn groans holding his back after dropping the bags below huffing.
"Go easy on the poor guy Ann, he's not as young as he used to be." Bemused, Yassop hollers.
"I'm not that old." Benn grumbles glaring lightly at the bemused blonde.
"He just doesn't realize it yet." Yasopp leans over to Ann and loudly whispers winking at the amused Ann.
"Both of you can eat the entirety of my asshole." Benn grumbles glaring at the amused Ann and Yassop.
"I'd rather not." Amused, Ann leans back in her seat as Ann looks up at the clock, smirking slightly as the waitress comes over for the two to take their order…
"Hm?" Shanks furrows his brow by the sudden stickiness on his leg alarming Shanks shooting out of bed, throwing the duvet to the side, his hues widening when feeling said gooey goop.
"No no no no!" Panicked, Shanks hopes into the bathroom and wipes it off only for his hues to widen when seeing "shanks" made from his hair still left.
"…motherfucker!" Mad, Shanks curses cross.
"Captain?" Concerned, Gab calls out to his boss but…
"Someone care to explain this?" Tense, Shanks struts out to his crew, gesturing to his mostly smooth legs.
"…wasn't us boss!" A fair few fearful voices call out on deck.
"Well then who did it?" Impatiently, Shanks demands.
"Do what…?" Lime calls out and he and Hongo stand side by side exiting out of the room.
"…Oh." Hongo's hues widen when seeing said mark.
"Oh? Do you have an explanation for this?" Tiredly, Shanks demands from the two.
"I thought I heard yelling…" Building Snake sighs.
"Yelling?" Shanks furrows his brow befuddled.
"You and Ann fought right?" Hongo huffs hand on hip.
"I wouldn't say fought…now who was it?" Shanks sheepishly glances to the side before composing himself demanding the truth from the crew.
"Who do you think Boss?" Hongo sighs at Shanks as something seemingly clicks.
"Ann!" Shanks bellows brow furrowed at his ass of a little sister figure.
Satisfied, Ann leans back in her seat smiling pleased by the meal the two had shared. Smiling, she looks up at the ticking clock above hanging over on the wall, he should be awake by now. Ann smirks slightly at the thought, if he wanted to play, she'll pay just like she said. A smiling server approaches the two, a young woman with long brown braided hair smiling shyly at the two with huge oval lenses, giddy greens gazing through the thick lenses.
"Would you like to take advantage of the senior citizen discount today, sir?" Smiling, she asks as Ann places her hand over her mouth muffling said snicker about to break through as Benn seemingly flinches from the offer.
"Oh, no I…" Politely, Benn tries to explain but falter from the arm around him.
"Yes, my dad here would like the senior citizen discount." Dubiously, Ann agrees amused as she takes the check as over at the next table over, overhearing it both Yasopp and Roux burst out laughing, a geyser of beer shooting out of their noses causing them to continue coughing, laughing despite it all.
"Ann…!" Benn growls glaring at the amused Ann as the server soon leaves.
"If you don't think I'm not going to use you to take advantage of a discount you really are a god damn mad man." Ann states the fact firmly smirking smugly at Benn.
"Since I'm apparently your "dad", you're grounded." Benn dictates.
"And since you owe me I'll revoke that grounding and head into my room! Thanks for the clothes Benn!" Bemused, Ann smirks winking at Benn before the group leave the restaurant.
"That woman…is the devil." Benn huffs as Yasopp and Lucky Roux chuckle coyly as the group return to the ship.
"ANN!"
"Hello to you too Shanks." Smirking, Ann greets the scowling Shanks.
"You're on deck duty for the next week!" Shanks states pointing at her.
"Why me?" Mystified, Ann argues.
"Cause you missed the hair below my ankles, I look like I'm a dorky reverse yeti, come fix this shit and get rid of the graffiti on my legs as well!" Sternly, Shanks orders Ann.
"That's fair but you know what else is fair?" Smirking, Ann passes Shanks entering his room.
"What?" Shanks furrows his brow eyeing Ann as she exits out of his room, a familiar book in hand.
"You got to be kidding me." His hues narrow at the book before him.
"You want to be a dorky reverse yeti or not?" Amused, Ann places her hand on Shank's shoulder smirking offering him the book.
"You win this round." Sighing, Shanks takes the book from Ann before heading back in.
"You wanted to play Shanks so I played!" Proudly, Ann declares hand on her hip watching him head off to look over at the accounts.
Quietly, Ann sits at the desk, looking over at the book holding the account, her fingertip fidgeting around the pencil moving up and down between her fingertips, tending to the books, Benn and she mainly dealt with while trying to ignore the boisterous boys by her, hearing them bicker amongst themselves, over something small. Silently, Ann attempts to ignore it trying to focus on her work which sadly doesn't work out as she looks up, the bickering dispute devolves into wrestling, which results in them breaking a coffee table…
"You're both idiots, why am I on your crew again?" Annoyed, Ann grumbles glaring lightly at the two tousling her long locks of blonde brow furrowing at Gab and Yassop. Sighing, she reaches for the box of wax stripes by her side, smoothly setting one on her leg waiting for it to peel as she returns her firm focus back on the book below…
"Knock it off you two, you need step back to cool off!" Benn bellows entering the room no doubt coming to check on the book however it falls to deaf ears as the two boys brawl continues…
"Hold this for me will ya?" Sighing, Ann stands scowling, taking out her box of wax stripes smoothly sliding one out of the box brow furrowing before handing the box over to Benn.
"They're at it again huh, that the third fight this week…." Shanks sighs sauntering in eyeing the two.
"…seriously if I have to come down there I'm going to whoop both of your asses!" Angrily, Benn roars raising his voice to the two but it falls to deaf ears as Ann peels another wax strip and takes the one Benn is holding, walking over to the wrestling men.
Yassop and Gab stop to look up at Ann anxiously as sweat slides down both of their tense temples as Ann gives them a sweet sickly smile. Innocently, she bats her eyelashes at them before slapping one wax strip on each of them.
"What the hell Ann!?" Alarmed, Yasopp gawks gapes at said stripe.
"Ann, the fuck you think you're doing?" Gab stares down at the stripe on his arm.
"Should have listened to Benn when you had the chance have fun getting those off." Ann sighs shaking her head at the two.
"…You think this is a punishment? I've seen you do this to yourself a million times it doesn't hurt!" Haughty, Yasopp scoffs smirking smugly as he reaches down, trying to rip it off only to yell and stop a second later.
"Why would you do this to yourself!?" Yassop screams horrified holding his arm with said stripe.
"Get it off Ann!" Gab wails while Ann simply smiles sweetly sickly at the two leaning in towards the two, a still silence hanging heavily in the air until she gives her answer…
"No."
"Ann …as you are still grounded and for my legs. You can clean the bathroom." Bemused, Shanks smirks smugly at the annoyed Ann.
"It was cleaned yesterday and I did your legs a favour!" Firmly, Ann deadpans. She didn't normally do the chores but since she was being punished…normally she would be the one giving orders or tending to the books but here she stood having to bite the bullet for simply playing the game Shanks proposed.
"Is it a good idea to have them do anything? They attract trouble even in the most mundane situations." Seriously, Benn points out.
"Hey! None of what happened was my fault, you even said so!" Scowling, Ann argues annoyed.
"I know, that's why I'm having them clean the bathroom again. Yassop is not the most thorough of cleaners, so I want Ann to go over it with a fine toothed comb. I figured they couldn't cause very much damage this way." Shanks reasons.
"…fair enough." Benn shrugs.
"I hate the both of you, whatever comes is on you." Aloofly, Ann huffs hands crossed over her chest cross.
"Too bad." Bemused, Shanks smirks hands on hips before Benn and Shanks leave…
"ThEy aTtrAct tRouBLe eVen iN thE mOSt MunDane sITuatiOns." Scowling, Ann's hues narrow as she goes over to the bathroom bitterly.
Casually, Shanks saunters over his ship, strolling through looking around at his men doing their chores until…
"Shanks! I don't know what I did but the toilets smoking." Ann calls out to Shanks.
"The toilet's what!" Stunned, Shanks comes running down the hall only to slip and slam into a wall.
"I'm fine I'm fine, please don't tell me there is a fire on my ship!" Shanks raises his hands up in the air anxiously as he looks around the place.
"I don't know what I did, I was cleaning it and it just started smoking." Ann rushes over to Shank's side.
"Where is the smoke coming from?" Shanks demands from her.
"Where the water goes down the drain." Ann answers.
"Ann how do you manage to cause …?" Confused, Shanks slides into the bathroom to see two full rolls of toilet paper on top of the toilet lid and a card board roll sticking out from between the lid and the seat.
"…it's become quite the delinquent." Dubiously, the amused Ann remarks.
"God damn it Ann! You scared me!" Shanks snickers, leaning on his knee and laughing.
Shanks smiles watching the amused Ann cackle, holding her sides leaning against the doorway of the toilet.
"Look at you, well aren't you proud of yourself." Shanks smirks hands on his hips.
"…want to hide and I'll go get Benn?" Bemused, Ann offers.
"Absolutely!" Amused, Shanks smiles hopping into the shower.
"…but when I bring him in make sure there's time between him seeing the toilet and you popping out." Ann orders her boss.
"…why?" Shanks furrows his brow befuddled.
"…because then he's lulled into a false sense of security thinking that the prank is over." Ann scoffs at the newbie.
"…oh you're evil…I love it." Shanks smirks smugly at the thought before tugging the shower curtain over hiding as Ann goes to fetch Benn bemused by the chaos to come.
"What the fuck did you do to make the toilet smoke?" Scowling, Benn glares glowers as he turns to see the toilet as just then Shanks strikes, he lunges out of the shower at Benn wrapping his arm around him, knocking the shower curtain and rod of the wall in the process. Benn's sharp scream echoes as Ann cackles holding her side snickering seeing the chaos erupted before her.
"You TEAMED UP ON ME! I hope you two are ready, you're in for it now! Mark my words I will have my revenge!" Resolved, Benn vows viciously as the two snicker smirking.
"Wha…what's going on?!" Ann arches a brow at the rather meek Rockstar and eerily quiet Yassop making her sigh at the two having begged every member of the crew to help only to be rejected throughout the whole week.
"Oh for fucks sake." Sighing, she saunters over to the two ripping both off at the same time taking them aback as they howl in pain while the crew cackle. Yassop sniffles, tearing up a little bit and now covering the bald patch on his chest while Rockstar rocks on the floor, holding his arm in pain.
"Ann you now have permission to do that to Crew members who fight one another." Amused, Shanks states the fact firmly to her…
A week later…
"I should have known…" Shank's brow twitches tiredly as he mopes with a wax strip on his jaw.
Benn exhales a heavy silver smog as he too has a wax stripe peering out of his arm pit.
"Whoever catches the biggest fish for dinner tonight gets to rip off our brave leaders' wax strips!" Smiling, Ann hollers happily upon the lawn chair leaning back bemused by the miserable sods below.
"I'm going to get the biggest fish you've ever seen!" Smiling, Yassop leaps into action as just then…
"Revenge!" Swiftly, Shanks slaps a wax strip on Ann's leg, smirking smugly at his sneak attack however…
Ann simply stares down at the fool below beneath her feet, looking him dead in the eye, Ann rips it off without hesitation.
Stunned, Shanks stares, gawking gaping at Ann.
"I do this regularly to my legs, armpits and arms. This is nothing." Ann states the fact firmly to her captain.
"…ok that's terrifying…" Terrified, Shanks shyly admits.
"That is beauty!" Ann proudly proclaims as Shanks soon screams as Ann herself swiftly removes said swipe, Shanks screamed anguished at the swift strike dealt by Ann…
"…My legs are fucking cold now, why is it so windy!" Shanks grumbles as he now stands side by side with Ann grumbling at his legs.
"That's how the sea is Shanks that's how the sea is." Smirking, Ann leans back bemused by the animated antics of the red haired pirates…
"You okay Roux?" Ann arches a brow at the rather glum Roux as she sits around the bar, the heavy stench of booze hanging heavily in the air as Benn by her side silently smokes, slumped in the booth by her.
"…Yeah." Roux bows his head munching sadly on a piece of meat as Ann astonished stares stunned she didn't think you could eat food while emoting so much…
"You don't seem okay…" Ann's hues narrow quirking her head to the side.
"Roux likes a girl who likes Shanks." Sighing, Benn reveals, spewing smoke into the open air as he fills Ann in.
"Aw struck out again…" Ann sighs sadly at her friend, he was a good guy but when it came to win, Lucky wasn't as lucky as one would think…
"He didn't even have a time to strike…the cap doesn't know but…" Yasopp joins in gesturing to Shanks separated from the crew by the women littered all over him, holding him, clawing at him practically pinning him down as Ann couldn't help but ponder if he could breath with all that perfume in his face.
"It's okay it happens." Roux dismisses drained, glumly glancing to the side sadly towards one of the lovestruck women.
"Aw Roux you want my help?" Ann asks as she places her hand on his shoulder.
"How so?" Roux asks.
"Just trust me on this I can't guarantee the girl but I can get her away from Shanks." Smirking, Ann assures Roux.
"How so?" Surprised, Yasopp arches a brow bemused by her works while she simply smirks standing up.
"Just watch and learn." Ann approaches Shanks' side smirking smugly at the plan to come ignoring the numerous glares pinned upon her.
"Hey I think I'm going to head back to the ship, I'm starting to not feel very good." Ann reaches ou to Shanks, placing his hand on Shanks shoulder softly whispering it to Shanks, ignoring the numerous glares pinned upon her.
"…don't be such a killjoy, come on stay!" Shanks whines at Ann.
"I really would like to go back to the ship, I think I've had enough for one night." Ann smiles at Shanks.
"…you know what fine!" Frowning, Shanks scowls glaring to the side.
"…excuse me?" Mystifed, Ann arches a brow by his tense tone.
"…you heard me, now go." Annoyed, Shanks scowls at Ann.
"…alright, have a good night then captain." Ann hugs him, wrapping her arms around him before leaning in.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your fun. It's just all this noise is giving me a headache." Smoothly, Ann lies as she gets up and leaves, her breath brushing against the shell of his ear before leaving Shanks scowling and Ann smirking. Lucky Roux furrows his brow befuddled by Ann's smug smirk she sends as she places her hand on his shoulder.
"I've given you the opening it's all up to you from here on out." Ann whispers to Roux raising a brow by her words wordlessly watching her leave.
"…should I go check on Ann?" Benn queries to the scowling Shanks seemingly brooding.
"If you want, but would you at least stay for a few more hours?" Hopeful, he asks Benn.
"…alright." Benn takes a seat arching a brow by the woman leaving the glum Shanks.
Quietly, Ann sits on the bed brow furrowed quietly sketching the pages printed upon the book, brow furrowed firmly focusing on her journal. However her hues soon narrow noting the soft sound of footsteps approaching as Ann looks up at Benn brow furrowing.
"I'm here to check on you, you alright?" Benn asks arching a brow at Ann.
"Yeah, I'm feeling better. It was just too noisy for me. How's Roux?" Ann asks curiosity clear in her tone towards him.
"He scored." Benn reveals making Ann beams brightly at the news.
"Did he now? Guessing Shanks luck didn't work out then." Ann smirks slightly leaning back against the plump pillow below.
"Yeah actually it's super weird. I don't think I've ever seen him strike out as much as he has tonight. He's had six women reject him." Honestly, Benn reports to Ann.
"Good then it worked." Ann smirks.
"…what did you do?" Benn's hues narrow, quirking his head to the side.
"Remember how I hugged him before I left? I did that to get my perfume and body glitter on him, I also smeared some of my lipstick on his ear when I whispered something to him." Ann smirks slightly as she leans in telling him how it is.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Befuddled, Benn ponders perplexed.
"Most women will assume he's either seeing someone and not interact, or they will assume he's been to a few too many gentlemen's clubs, and won't interact. Anyone who does sleep with him regardless of those things will be probably desperate or crazy, or not a good person." Perkily, Ann explains to Benn.
"…you cock blocked the captain all night from here?" Baffled, Benn stares stunned at Ann.
"Yeah, he was being a jerk earlier and Roux deserves something don't you think?" Amused, Ann smirks smugly quirking his head to the side.
"…fucking hell Ann you are a piece of work." Bemused, Benn chuckles smirking shaking his head at the smug Ann.
"I try my best." Ann answers smirking while watching Benn heading out leaving her to return to her journal…
Still no luck for finding it, I've been trying to use all my sources for it but still there's nothing, neither Shakki and Uncle Ray have any clue either they're on the lookout though…I just wish I knew where it was the thought of that being in the hands of some celestial dragon makes my blood boil. I can't let something like that fall into the wrong hands it's my responsibility now, I will find it I have to…Shanks says I'm being paranoid about it but he just doesn't get it what I'm searching for is just like his straw hat the sentimental value of it I can't let it go I won't I refuse to as selfish as it sounds…
Ann furrows her brow by her latest entry, sighing softly sadly at it only then to take note of the doodle of sorts she forms, furrowing her brow by the familiar face from a past she wants to forget, her heavy heart drops as she ignores the tears freely falling from the face alone. Angrily, she grabs said page, tearing it out, scrunching it into a ball tossing it to the side before taking note of it simply teasingly touching the rim of the bin before dropping down to the side. Sighing, she stares at the paper only then to take note of a familiar bottle before her, bitterly, she glares at it, why had she kept it she still had no clue…heavens knows why she even retrieved it in the first place...
Ann soon stops her thought process when perking up at the soft sullen footsteps approaching as Ann returns her focus to her book. Sadly Shanks solemnly drags himself back into a familiar room. Ann arches a brow at the sad Shanks as Ann remains firmly focused on her book while on her bed.
"…oh look what the cat dragged in." Amused, Ann remarks as she firmly focuses on the sketch she draws below.
"Do you still have a headache?" Shyly, Shanks sheepishly lingers around the door.
"…a little bit." Ann answers as she firmly focuses on the finer details of the drawing.
"I brought medicine, and snacks." Shyly, he shows said offering to Ann as Ann pries her hues from the book below eyeing said snacks.
"All is forgiven." Smoothly, she takes said snacks allowing Shanks inside as said mopey male mopes to Ann, no words needing to be said between both siblings of sorts snacking to their hearts desires.
"Has it started to grow back yet?" Ann asks as Shanks sits on deck, the elites of the red haired pirates conversing.
"Yes, I'm pricklier than a cactus right now. Feel this!" Shanks scowls as he puts his leg up onto a nearby crate.
"…damn captain, you could pop a balloon with these." Benn's brow furrowed from touching said leg.
"…do I pull with the grain or against it?" Sighing, Shanks asks as Ann hands him a familiar box.
"I don't remember, but your chances of ripping off their skin is very low." Ann offers optimistically.
"Ripping off-" Scared, Shanks begins but Yassop yanks off said strip of wax.
"Fuck! I hate you Ann!" Shanks screams to the high heavens horrified.
"…wait! Please no have mercy!" Benn hollers as Yasopp soon approaches him.
"He won guys." Ann reminds the two as Yassop rips off his wax strip.
"Fuck! Shit! Okay no more waxing for like a month!" Mad, Benn snaps scowling at the crew.
"Agreed! I can't believe you'd put yourself through this Ann!" Stunned, Shanks stares at his little sister of sorts.
"Pain equals beauty Shanks." Simply, Ann asserts as the crew simply stare shakily scared of the woman before them all…
Casually, Ann leans back against the seat, staring down at the book below her making little notes and small sketches within while looking out at the cute creatures below swimming in the washing waves, smiling, she watches the creatures swimming scurrying about the tides as she draws them. However her peaceful time soon stops from the shark shriek from within the cabin. Confused, the alarmed Ann removes herself from the railing, swiftly slamming said book in her hands done, turning to said screeching source.
"Is everything alright?!" Alarmed, Ann asks as she sees Shanks shrieking, flipping a table taking Ann aback.
"There was a motherFUCKING spider!" Screaming, Shanks stands up on a table, looking twitchy, and staring in some corner confusing Ann as she feels her blood turn ice cold at the news.
"…did you get it?" Anxiously, Ann asks eyeing the room, her body tensing up as just then said spider soon silently crawls down landing upon the oblivious Ann's shoulder.
"…no." Shanks scowls deeply annoyed as he glares at the lost Ann.
"What?" Ann asks lost as she looks over at Shank's stern stare.
"Don't move." Shanks removes his sandal seriously, her hues dilate noting his bloodthirsty hues as Ann follows his gaze to…
"HOLY SHIT!" Screeching, Ann roars raising her voice to said spider, spitting curse after curse tossing throwing the spider away anxiously screaming belting it from her throat ignoring the sharp stinging sensation of her bruised throat as next the two knew said Spider opens a set of wings and flies through the air.
Screeching, said siblings of Roger roars raising their voices terrified as they both lurch lunge at one another wrapping their arms around each other, tears threatening to fall as the two huddle in the corner clinging to one another anxiously horrified.
"What's going on!?" Benn bellows brow furrowed at the sharp screaming perking his interest as Ann and Shanks share a look before nodding a still silence of understanding falling between both scared siblings of sorts.
Befuddled, Benn watches shocked seeing said shanks and Ann leap out of the room.
"That is the spider's room now!" Shanks scream as Ann nods her head in agreement anxiously as she swiftly slams said door shut sliding down the door heaving huffing holding her tense tired throat, grimacing, wincing when feeling the bruising sharp sting hitting her throat trying to massage it, trying to deal with it the pain.
"Ugh a spider again? You too, Ann? You usually don't freak out over bugs." Befuddled, Benn furrows his brow eyeing the terrified two.
"You don't understand, that little bastard had wings and it flew!" Fiercely frightened, Ann screeches at Benn glaring pointing at him.
Benn rolls his hues at the two, he pushes shanks and Ann aside, entering the room as after five minutes of harsh hits later…finally, Benn exits the room and combs his messy hair back with his fingers as he sighs softly.
"It is dead." Benn states the fact firmly.
"Thank goodness." Ann sighs softly slumping her shoulders exhaustion etched into her fatigued form.
"Glad that's over…" Shanks smiles softly relieved.
"…you two are such babies sometimes." Sighing, Benn furrows his brow at the two tiredly turning to leave them to it…
"I've decided we're staying at an inn tonight, the ship is fine in the dock. We need sleep if we're going to set sail soon as the storm passes." Proudly, Shanks announces to the crew before him beaming brightly as Ann stands by his side nodding his head happily agreeing eyeing said ship, a shy shudder crawling down his shaking spine at the thought of other bugs crawling about the place, deciding now not to mention the secret crew of pest control dealing with the red force.
"…but it's the island's peak tourist season, there won't be enough rooms for all of us." Benn argues crossing his arms over his chest.
"We'll just have to double up then." Shanks smiles.
"You're doing this to escape the flying spider aren't you?" Benn sighs eyeing the tense two.
"Nooo…." Together both Shanks and Ann chorus as the two sweat drop at the obvious lie.
"You too are ridiculous." Benn sighs at the two tiredly.
"Your face is ridiculous!" Ann roars back as the crew depart from said ship allowing pest control to deal with it.
"Alright when we're in port remember my rules. Don't mess with the normal people, consent is mandatory, remember to check in with your buddy if you go anywhere alone or with a non-crew-member, do not bring fireworks back on the ship, don't add or subtract from or to the population, and the newest rule, Ann's not allowed to be unattended and must always be within eye sight of another crew member." Shanks lists out the rules astonishing Ann.
"Hey, what'd I do?" Alarmed, Ann demands scowling at Shanks simply showing said wax mark alongside Benn, Yassop, Rockstar, Lucky Roux, Howling Gab and a fair few members all except Lime Juice and Honda.
"You guys need to get over that." Ann huffs.
"Maybe after we get over you making a fountain spew alcohol…" Annoyed, Shanks reminds Ann.
"That was a miracle." Ann scoffs.
"Until you lit it on fire in the last town's main square." Sternly, Benn throws in.
"…and the army squirrels you let loose during a town meeting in the town before that…" Limejuice joins in.
"To be fair it was Yassop who let them in." Fairly, Ann argues.
"Yeah, because you threw the bag of nuts you were feeding to the squirrels at me and they charged me." Yassop deadpans.
"Don't forget that time Big Mom tried to get you to be hitched with one of her kids…" Gab adds.
"Which one was that…?" Building Snake queries.
"I think it was the one with the weird tongue…" Lime adds.
"Yeah the way that guy's crooked nose just burst from Ann's punch." Bonk nods his head at the memory as Ann grimaces at the murky memory of angering Big Mom…
"…and in Wano you punched a samurai in the face…" Lucky joins in as Ann grimaces glaring to the side at the ass of a man asking how much, assuming her to be an oiran which she swiftly shut him up.
"All be it rightfully for what he said to you…" Hongo huffs.
"Didn't help you got into that fight with Kaido trying to get you…" Benn adds as Ann scowls at the murky memory swiftly shutting Benn up from the murky memory of him wanting her for a night only to end up with one swift scar to his shoulder, his stunned shock was the perfect opening for the red force to get out of there…
"…and we all had to book it to the ship." Hongo throws in.
"I lost my favourite pair of pants that day…" Disappointed, Shanks sighs sadly bowing his head.
"You decided to bet them." Tiredly, Ann argues hands on hips.
"Those were some good pants." Shanks still sighs sadly.
"You said that about the last pair and the last pair after that!" Tense, Ann argues exasperated at the ass.
"You're still not going anywhere." Shanks states the fact firmly to the annoyed Ann.
"Okay, fair but that means someone is going to have to watch me at night instead of getting laid." Amused, Ann argues smirking smugly at the boys sharing a look at her words, not having considered that an option as Ann smirks smugly at her win or so she thought…
"…you must be in bed by sun down." Shanks states.
"You're not my dad Shanks!" Angry, Ann snaps.
"No but I'm like your older brother." Briskly, Shanks smirks at his excuse as Ann scowls gritting grinding her teeth together tense at the ass as they all leave said ship…
Loudly, the bustle of the people perkily talking to one another echoes throughout the bar, customers chatting, conversing chuckling away at one another's jokes echo with the petite piano keys of the playing piano by their side. Smiling, Ann leans into the chair she is perched upon, softly sipping her drink, enjoying the brief break from sailing with Beckman by her side, her nose twitching from toe soft smoky smell of tobacco.
"Hey isn't that…vice admiral Ann?" Alarmed, Ann jolts up at the voice turning towards the civilians conversing amongst themselves timidly in low meek murmurs, looking over at them now ad again as Ann furrows her brow by it.
"What's she doing sitting at a table with the pirates!?" Panicked, one of the customers worry worriedly while Ann reaches for her drink.
"What is she doing with the red haired pirates…?" Pensive, a voice ponders perplexed as she sips her drink before placing it down upon the table tense.
Ann furrows her brow by the feeling of all eyes on her brow furrowing from it all as she decides to go get some air, anxiety freely flowing through her leg noting her tapping leg making her sigh slowly standing, she needed some air, Ann needed to get out of here. Ann arises from her seat however…
"Where are you going?" Befuddled, Benn arches a brow by her tense-tired demeanour.
"To get ice cream or commit a felony, I'll decide on the way there." Teasingly, Ann forces a small smirk on her lips, not wishing to bother Benn over such things, don't get her wrong she appreciated him, he was a good friend but this was something she just had to deal with, she didn't want to bring heat upon her crew just trying to have a good time, she didn't want marines on their tail due to people noticing her. She already felt guilty for the trouble she brought by being near their crew despite the crew assuring her time and time it was fine, they had her back as she had theirs. So she tries to joke, tries to lighten the mood, tries to at the least not worry the right hand however…
"Yeah you're doing none of that." Ann's hues widen when Benn takes her hand, dragging her back down on said making her curse internally under her breath brow furrowing from Benn's move.
"They're holding hands…!" One of the panicked patrons begin but…
"You don't think…" Another adds grasping hand over her mouth as Ann scowls at the two.
"A vice admiral and the right hand of a pirate...sounds like something from a romance novel!" The same gossiper gasps at the thought taking Ann aback. Urgh this again, she had heard the tales, she had heard some of her crew even ask about the two of them, they were just close to Shanks, the two were often the voices of reason or well Benn was the crew mom trying to deal with the two chaotic beings that were Shanks and Ann at times…
"Look can I be frank with you?" Benn sighs at Ann eyeing the bandages coiled around her upper arm.
"Sure but I don't see how changing your name is gonna help." Honestly, Ann argues attempting to lighten the mood between both of them, teasing Benn was also always fun to Ann.
Could you be serious for a second?" Sighing, Benn furrows his brow at Ann exhaustion etched into his fatigued features from Ann's words pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to deal with Ann's antics.
"Well personally my best is five minutes…" Ann recalls smirking smugly quirking her head to the side staring up ahead.
"Ann!" Annoyed, Benn furrows his brow at Ann.
"Can I still be Yasopp?" Yasopp smirking saunters past.
"Shh, let Frank speak." Smirking, Ann hollers back at the smirking Yassop.
"You could've died Ann going after that admiral…" Benn furrows his brow at Ann as he recalls the former vice admiral attempting to take out the nagging nuisance that was Kizaru firing light blast after light blast before being dealt with by Ann and Shanks.
"It wasn't that bad, I mean I wasn't hurt that badly. Hongou said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!" Bemused, Ann argues attempting to lighten the mood merrily smiling strained still feeling the guilt gnaw away at her having hoped she could escape easily from the marines having hoped to keep her head down and yet they came coming after her, her leaving Robin perhaps was for the best if Kizaru were to come after her…she could protect herself but Robin? She didn't know…
"That…doesn't comfort me." Benn brings her back to reality as she perks up at his words.
"Then clearly you need find something to comfort you Frank." Playfully, Ann leans back against her seat smirking sipping her drink at Frank's flat firm frown however before more could be said, the sharp squeals of the woman glued to Shank's side makes them turn to their captain, seeing Shanks struggling surrounded by women pawing at him at a bar, looking very uncomfortable as the women begin bickering, fighting amongst themselves as Shanks stands their helpless having no clue what to do. He tries to say something but both women blank him out firmly focusing on this catfight of theirs.
"Should we…?" Ann asks as she watches the bloodbath between both women beginning it wasn't the first time this happened but…
"Probably." Benn answers as a still silence falls between both right hand and left hand of the red haired pirates captain, simply sipping their drinks watching on from afar as the battle between the women gets worse.
"We should probably help him." Ann admits sparing a glance over at the stoic Benn.
"We probably should…" Smoking, Benn states as a strange still silence falls between both of them, simply watching their captain struggle with the women before him, both of them curious to see where it'll go…
"…I want to go for a walk." Ann admits to Benn brow furrowing from the chaos before her.
"You heard the boss' order." Benn reminds Ann.
"There was a nice field outside of town, I can't cause any trouble out there." Ann argues as she shows said journal and pen… the perfect cover.
"…fine, empty your pockets first." Benn sighs smoke slowly spewing from his lips as Ann empties her pockets, taking out a fair few daggers and sea stone shells.
"…and the lighter in your left boot." Benn orders making Ann scowl glaring to the side.
"…can I go now?" Annoyed, Ann huffs reluctantly handing it over to him.
"…and gun in your waist band." Benn adds as Ann scowls, unloading it and puts it on the table.
"…now you can go, but remember be back at the inn before sundown." Benn reminds Ann as he returns his focus to the girl by his side.
"Yeah yeah…" Annoyed, Ann grumbles glaring to the side before heading off, leaving the boys to their fun while she tends to hers…
"Morning." Ann greets the crew stretching her arms out as she stands outside the inn with the rest of the crew having agreed to meet with them.
"…Morning." Mumbling, Benn grumbles.
"What's wrong with you?" Ann asks arching a brow at Benn.
"Had to sleep in the same room as cap." Benn grumbles pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Ah…" Ann nods her head in understanding.
"Morning." Smiling, Shanks saunters over to the two.
"Morning so how'd you sleep?" Smirking, Ann arches a brow bemused.
"Like a baby, didn't wake up once." Smiling, Shanks answers.
"Course you did…" Ann scoffs smirking.
"Hm?" Humming, Shanks raises a brow befuddled by Ann's amused smirk.
"I assume you got tossed around didn't you?" Ann turns to Benn bemused by his stern scowl.
"Yeah…" Grumbling, Benn glares glowers down at the ground below.
"What? By who?" Surprised, Shanks asks alarmed.
"Captain you do more than just snuggle in your sleep." Smirking, Ann tells Shanks.
"…what do you mean?" Mystified, Shanks furrows his brow befuddled.
"You do snuggle, but you don't let go, even when you toss and turn in your sleep. Which means whomever or whatever you're snuggling gets brought with you.
"I don't follow." Frowning, Shanks says brow furrowed.
"Now there isn't anything to be ashamed of…I mean remember Buggy shoving his finger in your nose when you slept." Sighing, Ann attempts to remind Shanks.
"…He did what?" Stunned, Shanks says shocked.
"ANYWAY. You're like…a Venus fly trap." Tense, Ann attempts to explain to her friend.
"Excuse you?" Shanks furrows his brow befuddled.
"One you find someone you cling to them, thrashing them all over the place." Ann describes to Shanks.
"I'm still lost…" Shanks admits lost.
"Ann, may I use you to demonstrate?" Benn sighs furrowing his brow at Ann.
"You may." Ann allows easily seeing this was going nowhere…Benn picks Ann up and holds Ann against his chest.
"When you snuggle it looks like this, but then you toss and turn you do this to…" Benn demonstrates as he proceeds to swing Ann from one side to another.
"…do I really?" Shocked, Shanks says shocked.
"Yep, one time you made me hit my wrist on the nightstand and I had a bruise. After that when we were sleeping near each other I'd have to use haki to stop bruising." Ann explains holding her wrist at the murky memory of their childhood.
"I'm so sorry I didn't know I did that, I used to snuggle up to Buggy all the time as a kid, he never mentioned anything like that." Shanks argues.
"Yeah there's a reason for that." Tense, Ann glances to the side sheepishly recalling Buggy badgering her to sleep next to Shanks, acting like it was a time table of sorts, a part of her thankful that after a while she got her own room.
"There is?" Shanks raises a brow.
"You really were deep in sleep…Buggy would dispatch his body parts in order to deal with it." Ann sighs at Shanks.
"Oooh…" Shanks blurts out, his hues widening when it all seemingly clicks.
"Listen all I want to know is which one of you little shits put flower crowns on my cows?" Ann flinches from the murmuring crowd perking the crew's curiosity as the farmer seemingly talks to the other townsfolk.
"…wasn't us pops." The kids in the crew confesses.
"…hey is that your field?" Frowning, Benn asks eyeing a certain field before glancing over at the alarmed Ann attempting to take a step back but is stopped by Benn's arm.
"Yeah why?" The farmer furrows his brow befuddled.
"God damn it Ann…" Shanks scowls at Ann.
"I was bored." Ann argues in a low whisper.
"Were there any damages?" Shanks sighs turning to the farmer.
"…no, but now the milk maids I employ keep making a racket about how cute it is. Not to mention they seem to be producing more milk from it." The farmer admits.
"…well that's a fucking relief…" Relieved, Shanks sighs softly.
"Well isn't that great, all's well that ends well, maybe you should keep up at it. Good for marketing and all that." Tactfully, Ann offers optimistically.
"Maybe I will." The farmer considers calmly unaware of Ann's smug smirk nor Benn and Shank's furrowed frown at the crazy antics of their friend as they return to the Red Force what had hopefully been debugged…or so they thought…
"Boss, we have a problem." Perturbed, Yassop approaches Shanks sat down enjoying his drink with Benn by his side and Ann tending to the books by the railing.
"What's up bud?" Shanks smiles at Yassop.
"Spiders, shit loads of them." Truthfully, Yassop answers alarming Ann and Shanks sharing a look after flinching from the news.
"….what?" Shanks squeaks slightly going cold from it.
"I thought we paid those guys to debug the ship." Scowling, Ann slams said blue book shut scowling sauntering over to the two.
"Seems not enough, wanna see?" Yasopp offers.
"Of course not!" Ann snaps sharply scowling at the thought just as Shanks turns on his head heading towards the storage.
"What's he planning?" Perplexed, Yassop furrows his brow by the still silence Shanks coming back up pouring something all over the deck.
"Who bloody knows…" Ann sighs.
"So what should we do?" Yassop asks Ann as she sighs, trying to come up with some solution when…
"What's he doing?" Benn eyes Shanks continuing to pour some substances on board.
"Remember that flying spider you killed, it had babies, and they're all over the ship." Sighing, Ann reports to Benn.
"We must cleanse it with fire…" Fiercely, Shanks says in a hushed whisper alarming Ann and the group.
"You're being ridiculous, we'll just kill as many as we can find." Benn sighs at the scowling Shanks.
"Won't be enough." Shanks states the fact firmly.
"For fucks sake." Scowling, Benn approaches Shanks, pulling the kerosene canister away from him however he reaches for the matches in Benn's pocket.
"Shanks no!" Alarmed, Ann calls out however…
"Yassop throw him in the brig please." Benn swiftly knocks Shanks out handing him over to both Yassop and Lime, carrying Shanks below deck.
"What now?" Ann asks Benn hand on his hip.
"We clean this up and start smoothing spiders…" Benn reaches down sniffing said canister confused.
"Wait this is…" Benn begins but hands the canister over to Ann.
"Wait this is water…Benn your matches!" Alarmed, Ann points to Benn brow furrowed as Benn pulls them out to see a note tucked in but before Benn could read it…
"Kill the little bastards…" Ann reads out as she swiftly steals said flapping note from him.
"…that tricky bastard." Hongou huffs.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him...!" Benn growls, throwing the canister to the ground.
"Use that anger to focus on killing the spiders." Smirking, Ann reaches out patting his shoulder before heading towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Befuddled, Bonk calls out.
"To sit in the spiderless brig with the captain, but good luck boys." Bemused, Ann winks waving the crew off leaving them to it.
*So what do you think of Ann's dynamic with the red haired pirates? Whose dynamic do you enjoy her with? What sort of headcanons do you have of them as a crew would love to know!*